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Like a river finding its course,
transformation carves its path,
through the landscape of the self.
Like the river's streams of water,
the blood in your
veins that streams through your body
is supplied from the heart,
where change can take place
out of love.
Thus, transformation flows throughout.
In the gentle meanders,
through the bends and weaves,
its labyrinthine course
doesn't just leave.
About the Creator
Anon
Practicing my writing - mainly poetry
Let's Don't Do This
"I just can't do this anymore..." "Do what?" What can't you do? Put gas in your own car? I swear to God you make me take care of everything, don't you? You know I'm on my way to work right now but that never stops you from bothering me, does it?"
By Shirley Belk7 days ago in Fiction
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